I swallow a sigh of longing as I ponder how much I want that for myself. I try not to think about it too much because I’m afraid I’d dwell on the fact I’ll be thirty in a few months and I’ve been single for-freaking-ever. I don’t need someone to complete me or fulfill me, but that doesn’t stop me from getting lost in romantic fantasies about meeting the man of my dreams.
“Earth to Ivy,” Bridget says, leaning across the table and waving a hand near my face.
My eyes snap into focus. Bridget and David are watching me with amused smiles.
“Where’d you go?” Bridget asks.
“She was thinking about sitting on Santa’s lap after all,” David says, his lips twitching into a mischievous grin.
“That’s it,” I say, nodding as if I’m seriously contemplating what he said. “Thinking about paying him a visit after all, and wondering what I should request for Christmas.”
Too bad what Ireallywant for Christmas is something not even Santa himself could deliver.
